Poem Accepted by River Heron Review 2018

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Admission of Guilt

 

Their first home was in the bowels of Camden.

I gave them birth. It gave them depth

for wherever their wooden legs would take them.

 

They would remember the shack

out back with no windows

men and women coming in and out

 

of its wounded orifices like rodents

foraging for food, sex, drugs.

They would remember the 75 pounds of cocaine

 

that fell from the sky and landed

on our freshly poured stoop.

It fell like snow, so I told them,

 

It is snow,

but keep your tongue

in your mouth.

 

They would remember the woman

running naked in front of my car with rain

shrunken hair and bloody beige breasts.

 

Then they would remember

yellow buses carrying them a couple towns

over to an immaculate school

 

where they were not allowed

to color Jesus

or the angels brown.

 

Shawn R. Jones

River Heron Review (2018)

 

“Admission of Guilt” was published in River Heron Review’s debut issue.  You can read the issue at the following link: https://www.riverheronreview.com/poemsandpoets#/shawn-jones/

Five in the Morning

 

Branches bow
and nod heavy
with white
frozen wet wings

as ice cream coned hedges
take winter’s first lick
on a snow covered
crisp crackling dawn.

The house is quiet.
Ghosts are asleep.
Not even dad
can haunt me in this space.

Yet, as I flush
another poem
through this vein,
I know nothing
is gentler…
or scarier… than this snow
that reflects
the pale blue light of dawn.

By Shawn R. Jones 2015

You do not want to be here

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Your bitterness,

like a shawl

wrapped loosely

slips off my shoulders like silk.

No matter how many times

I gather you up in my arms,

you do not want to be here.

 

I can see your bitterness,

the same vacant look

in Grandmother’s eyes

before she died—

here but not here

there but not there,

cursing that liminal space.

 

I can hear your bitterness,

lightning silenced by

the opaque clouds

of forged laughter—

a serpent

constricted by etiquette and religion,

 

shedding through cracks in the wall,

bitterness curdled in your veins.

 

Shawn R. Jones

 

 

 

 

Happy 26th Birthday to My Son

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Happy 26th Birthday to my son! I have been sitting here for 5 minutes trying to think of a few sentences to describe my son and all I can do is tear up because I cannot find the words to express how I feel about him. There are no words, just love, pure and indescribable.

Jeffrey, in a week or so, you will know exactly how I feel when you look into your own son’s eyes and cradle his tiny body in your arms for the first time. 

I love you! Happy Birthday!

Photo credit: Julia L. Jones

My New Password

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Let’s start with technology.  You know that famous quote from the book A Tale of Two Cities? “It was the best of times. It was the worse of times.”  Well, that quote pretty much sums up this age of technology.  We are more efficient, but less attentive.Everything moves faster, but our minds move more slowly. We no longer memorize 7 digits because they are stored in our cellphones. God forbid if we lose our cellphones or lose the data in our cellphones!  We wouldn’t be able to call our own mothers!  The least we could do is memorize our mother’s phone number.  Oh, and dad’s number, too. Oh, and our kids and grandparents… Yes, there are certain numbers you should just memorize.

Oh and don’t let me get on the subject of passwords.  I have at least 10 passwords, maybe 15! I am so afraid of folks stealing my information and identity that I make them extremely complicated like 89Cab42Crackpot500Skittlez!!!  Then I have to remember it by saying something like, “My 89 year old grandmother caught a cab on 42nd Street and the driver was a crackpot who ate 500 packs of  skittles with a z!”  Really? Do I real…ly have to go through all that because there are a few brilliant, misguided crackpots out there stealing identities? I mean if you are brilliant enough to become a hacker…why can’t you get a real job?

I had my identity stolen before. It took me months to get it straight. Months!  And then guess what? Two years later, I realized it still was not resolved.  What did I do about it?  I robbed a bank and they got locked up!

Just kidding! I just changed all my passwords again! I don’t do on-line banking and I don’t pay my bills on-line. I am an old-fashion pen, stamp, and envelope girl.

So now I have  a new password: Ifyoutrytostealmyidentitymydeceasedgreatgrandmotherwillbeinyourbedtonight

I figure if I start making passwords like that, the hackers will assume I am crazier than they are and just move on to the next person.

Well, readers be wise and be safe and have a great night!

Branches Hang Low

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Branches Hang Low

Branches hang so low, icy fingers crawl across the snow when the wind blows. – srj

It Rains Cold

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It Rains Cold

 

We take a long drive

to the shore

and collect details

of our life like seashells.

We find everything on

the same beach.

Cracked or whole,

we place them in the bucket,

knowing not to build a castle

out of sand and slime.

 

Shawn R. Jones, 2014

 

 website: www.shawnrjones.com

Author of the devotional book, Pictures in Glass Frames   http://t.co/BxiNwWRG

and the poetry chapbook, Womb Rain, 

http://www.amazon.com/Womb-Rain-New-Womens-Voices/dp/1599242699/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1337717218&sr=8-1

Today’s Workout

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Hey Lexa!  lexa’s journal

I have been so inspired by you that I have decided to share my daily workout.  Now it will not be as detailed as yours because I am new at sharing my workout publicly.  As you know, I am a dancer.  I don’t use all that fancy equipment.  I just dance.  My body is my equipment and my machine 🙂 I feel weird using equipment, but maybe one day I will appreciate its benefits.  

So…today, I did Hip Hop Abs(Shawn T).  It is a 35min workout.  I was throwing around 2lb weights like they were cotton, which means I should use 3lb weights, but… we will see how I feel tomorrow.  I seldom use weights, but they say you should once you are in your 40s.  Anyway after that I worked on my dance routine for my advanced jazz class.  I teach ages 9-13.  They are amazing young dancers.  I sweat a lot when I am choreographing, making sure my moves hit the accents in the music.  I am a little obsessive about it.

Well, this is my first time writing about my workout on my blog, so it is short.  I will write more next time. Tomorrow morning after my “God Time” I am going to do “Sweating in the Spirit” with Donna Richardson Joyner! After that I will work on my dance routine for about 30 min.  I workout for an hour or more a day 6 days a week. I take Sundays off.

To my followers: If you want to exercise, but you do not know where to begin, you can just turn on your favorite music and dance. It doesn’t even matter if you can’t keep a beat–just move 🙂  And if you do not like to dance, just walk.  Whatever you do, consult your doctor first.  Blessings to you!